A spark of curiosity? I’m not holding back in this post, so this is really is to be read at your own risk. Het is ook onvertaald tweetalig, vandaar ook “lezen op eigen risico”. In this post, I state my views without euphemizing them.

My love,

I’m writing this to settle my emotions. My heart is in severe pain. I don’t know if you feel what you read, but it is why I say read this at your own risk.

> Here’s an Idea

– First some Background

Some females ruin it for other females. Those females who do “Ah yaah so fucking good,” when some loser making a fool of his nude self, flapping around his penis, is like “You like that?”… They’re simply making sure that they’re paid at the end of the month. Most of that shit really isn’t enjoyable. Absolutely not every (universally attractive female) is enjoys being approached like that. Never does imagery of one’s genitals have any positive effect on me.

I mean over time I’ve learnt that people can’t really read. As in they can read letters and words, but deciphering a cryptic message is mission fucking impossible. That is no problem anymore, though, for I’ve come to accept it. I even see that I can, in the end, gain much much more from that.

ASKfm vandaag was echt de druppel voor mij. Zijn jullie helemaal kanker gek geworden? When I started to use social media again after I published my first book, I did that so people could reach out to me for my writing and business, and I could promote my writing and business. I would have rather been completely ignored, than to only get sex related attention. I started that ASKfm account with my business name, because I wanted it to function like a FAQ.

So my FAQ was getting was getting “double anonymous” questions. As in the public already can’t see what questions are asked – and what questions I’m ignoring. On top of that, for the anonymous person to stay more anonymous, I’ve been frequently asked ABC questions where . And I don’t even have a problem with being open about sex. What I have a huge problem with, however, is the ways in which I’ve been objectified.

I was “double anonymously” asked if I’m willing to be paid for nude pictures. If they are professional pictures for which I decide the way I pose, that is of great interest to me and I am then willing. In my mind I thought of suggestive pictures, and maybe some less suggestive pictures, but nothing more serious than this (including the bars):

cardi b read lil fangs at your own risk

Es an awesome picture, right…? 🙂 ♥

When the questions became more objectifying [if I’d use sex toys in the pictures (not in the idea I just mentioned), if I’d let someone have anal sex with me in the picture (no my answer to anal sex is always no), if I’d let a picture be taken with me and a person who would be standing a foot away from me as an indirect display of anal sex (FUCKING NOOOOOOOOOOOOO), et cetera], I said that I find the message more important than whether my display is arousing or not, so I’d then display them next to plenty of my essays, in a magazine. To some questions I answered “yes”, to some I answered “no”. To sell my body in this “anonymous” way moralistically controversial for me, but I figured that – though we hadn’t talked specific amounts yet – I could use the income to further fund my business without having to sweat to pay back any investors.

But the full shoot idea was reduced to one or two pictures. I said that I would do that if the investor made the picture or would be present when the picture is made. There is no way in hell I’d make that picture myself because making a full nude oneself is just too trashy in my view… Especially if I’d not even know who the fuck I’m sending it to. It might as well be used to blackmail me and end up on fucking pornhub or something.

Dus na een tijdje wordt steeds duidelijker dat het ‘m niet gaat worden. Ik zeg dat ik meer aandacht wil voor mijn ratio in plaats van voor mijn lichaam. Word ik leugenaar enzo genoemd because he’s not seeing that he’s a fucking walking objectifying dead man. Vervolgens word ik gevraagd of ik iemand sperma op mijn voeten wil laten spuiten. (NIET EENS VOOR EEN FUCKING MILJARD.) Dus ik zeg denk niet met je lul (maar automated Twitter sharing deelt vragen en antwoorden met “foute woorden” erin niet). Zegt hij: Nee, ik denk ook met mijn geest. “You’re a fraud who wants one thing, but does another.” Toen ik las voelde ik direct de neiging om iemand dood te slaan. (Maar ik ging gewoon rustig door met poepen hoor. Lol. On a serious note though I feel that I have to keep myself in check otherwise my fangs will destroy my bottom lip.) Maar even serieus… Hoe komt hij erbij dat ik iets van hem wil? Hij benadert mij toch en niet andersom? What I want? (The following perspective does only apply to the anonymous asshole(s) sending me lust objectifying questions:)

Mattie… I WANT TO DESTROY YOUR SKULL WITH A FUCKING BASEBALL BAT. THAT IS WHAT I WANT. AND THAT IS NOT A FUCKING JOKE. I WANT YOUR HEAD ON A STICK. Of all people on this planet YOU are calling ME a FRAUD?!? You clearly have no fucking idea who you are sending your bullshit to. Keep your “family money”, man. Ew… There’s no reason for me to keep an ASKfm account if I’m only treated like that. Fucking waste of my time…

I will be like…

En dat brengt mij dus bij mijn geweldige consensus idee…

– Hottest Fundraiser

Remember my idea for a Nosce Te Ipsum fundraiser for Christmas? Let’s spice this up by combining it with my idea of “Blitzkilling” non-Graeynissis for about a month straight (or a week? How much time do we need?)… Okay I’ve never mentioned it as “Blitzkilling”. I’ve always said that every Graeyniss should list the non-Graeynissis they know (who they dislike) and that Í’d like to kill my non-Graeynissis by hand (or weapon) myself, as a world leader in a bunker. But I mean that for Blitzkilling and after that all world problems are solved. It’s not genocide because it’s not against a specific race or religion or whatever. It’s the war against trash personalities, which are universal.

In a month we wipe out the Earth like the featured image in this picture, but then without polluting the Earth more than it already is. To initiate it, we start it with a fundraiser that is visible in real life as well as online. We’re raising funds for the business named D.O.C.I.S International, which is me. Instead of raising funds for Benefit Boxes (fuck giving shit to people instead), we simply raise funds to start our own country. And in order to not have to pay you back, you pay for seeing my exposed body beating my enemies to death. You know the way rich people bid for a . After that we talk and dine to take the edge off (I swear once the first person is down I’ll want to keep going) and perhaps I could take my sexual frustration out on Victishe (in a sweet way 🙂 ).

It’s basically something like this (you’re then behind the window and I’m Fitz but then in my underwear):

Gosh, I miss Scandal quite much. Es the hottest show ever meow. E-verrr. 😻

» In more detail

To add some more “realityableness” to it, I’ll describe a way in which this could go down. (And especially after what I’ll say about Suriname at the end of this post – like wow the news about Bouterse made The Guardian but Surinamese news Twitter accounts it barely gets likes or retweets etc. – it is more realityable than I thought. It’s the perfect ground for Planet Fang… After the sea is cleaned. 🙁 (And buildings…)) What I’ll write down now is basically me writing down a visualization based on some “research questions”. (Questions like: motive for us to get together? When? Where? How? How do we get those people there? How to fend off police? (On whose side are they?) Etc. It’s in more derail but not in full detail.) I start and end it with Tishe, to make this the most fun for myself. 🙂 Read at your own risk. It’s very sexy.

After all of the live horror I’ve been through, and me responding to online anonymous people hoping that it’s Victishe while it never was him (I swear he better not be that person offering me money for nudes via ASKfm), Victishe surprises me for Christmas and tells me that he has time for me. He will be mine from Christmas onward. The first day we eat together in my apartment in Antwerp. (That is when you pack (non-Tishe Graeyniss reading this post).) The second day – lekker rustig – we’re off to Suriname and in the storage space of our plane are our main non-Graeynissis (we fix the oxygen supply so that they make it there, though they’ll experience my (or our) type of hunger on the flight) we’ll have fun with at our Nosce Te Ipsum fundraiser.

We all meet in Suriname. The second day of Christmas we

The fundraiser is attended by rich Graeynissis. Some offer money on behalf of themselves, some offer goods on behalf of their company, plus creative variations. Governments and real estate companies give land, ASKfm gives me contact information and IP addresses. You’re paying to witness history being made and do that because you *sentimental human sentiment* care about our planet.

Then I enter my sexy space, wearing a Samus-like suit, starting off taking my anger out on my enemies with my fists. I’ll do your main enemies as well, if you’re paying. 🙂 Weak people may be untied, walking around (or running around saying “Please spare me” blah blah), stronger ones will be tied up Jake style, but standing. Which is nicer for when I switch from fists to baseball bat, to sword, to ninja stars, guns (from light to heavier because I need to work on my aim). This is visible online and we’ll make it seem like it’s a movie. Does Netflix have live stream?

Meanwhile it’s the Purge in real life. I’ll have Tishe by my side forever, und so weiter. 🙂

– PokéBitches

Though I mentioned that we’ll wipe out the Earth… Maybe what I’ll say now will just make that happen sooner.

We have to act fast, because if other businesses will be started in that way (de goud en deviezenvoorraad is zegmaar een lichaam), selecting women’s bodies to invest in like it’s Pokémon, the world will have reached its absolute peak of trash. I don’t want PokéBitches. You don’t want PokéBitches. We want one PokéQueen: me.

> Reset

*sentimental tone of voice* Like Lil Baby said…

“We ain’t gonn’ fix them but we got them tools.”

If I ask you what your plans in life are and you’re not telling me you have a strategy to revolutionize the world by yourself, I don’t care if you live or not. Those are the facts. But if I’d say that every time, I would get myself in trouble for no reason and – even (far) worse – people would say: “Well, Dominique, you say you want me dead, but I’m still here, alive and breathing, so…” And then I’d want that person dead even more because how does one make conversation like that. Fucking trash ass bitches.

The world needs to be reset. It’s too much trash. Look at how people do long education programs so that they can put that on their LinkedIn profiles later. *vomits* I created the outline for this post before I started writing it, but now that I’ve basically explained everything briefly and I want to go to bed, plus thinking about how to describe it more just makes me want to kill more because killing is more effective than talking (interesting statement to discuss), I’m not going to further elaborate on how I wish the earth were reset regardless if I live or not and that it should better happen soon, hopefully by the Netherlands flooding in 2020 (on which I will elaborate actually in a few sections).

> My Recent Days

Some pictures I made through the last couple of days, which I wanted to share with you.

I also believe that vampires exist and I want to be fanged so bad meowww my own vampire gene – for my last name is all incorrect and stuff – is wearing out or something.

After being woken up by the window washer blue collar worker, and waiting for him to be away, I peed and in bed ate some strawberry yoghurt. Then answered some texts, wrote the outline for this post (literally titles) and read some example sentences. Then I watched some Key & Peele videos and some The Daily Show videos, while eating shrimp left overs. After that – around 5 PM – I started to work on my summary again.

Economie; Samenvatting jaar 1 semester 1

Vermoeiend. 🙁 En ontzettend controversieel. Ik wil niet meer maar ik moet wel. 🙁 De mensen die dit leren en hier 100% van overtuigd zijn zonder het “from eagle perspective” te kunnen bekijken zijn verpest, want het economisch systeem zal intens veranderen (onder mijn gezag 🙂 ).

I believe that everyone is expecting a revolution in 2020. There are plenty elections and not many people fit for the job. On top of that, the Netherlands (and Belguim¿) will permanently stop the monthly air alarm test in 2020, which means that the government basically wants people to drown in silence. And if the Surinamese president goes to prison soon and the elections are … Ik zeg je nu alvast NEDERLAND JE BLIJFT MET JE POTEN VAN SURINAME AF. I have to seize power. I really have to. No one else will know what to do. Man the fucking “A20” party man it’s fucking Braindrainia over there and even the majority of what has left doesn’t have much to offer. Omg Tishe, B, all Graeynissis… Please help. 🙁

Ik ben geen volleerd econoom maar als je “WOEKERwinst” en “INSTABIELE wisselkoersen” in 1 zin hoort dan gaan alle alarmbellen toch rinkelen?

Aside from my bloodlust, my day was good. Still no sign of my aniracetam though meow. 🙁 Max coming Thursday is the estimated delivery time. Which is still quite fast for an internationally shipped package. I just crave it so much though. 😻 I convince myself that it needs time because my B is going to swap the package with nutrients that I need better and which are safer for my body. Hopefully they’ll also give me fangs and improve the Inner Crown. 🙂 My day was also good because I’ve distanced myself from/blocked plenty of people who objectify me, who want to show me imagery of their genitals and who want to marry me and shit. I either marry Victishe or I die alone. (Tishe? 🙁 ) I don’t want no weak ass PokéBitches.

If president Bouterse works with “the invisible hand”, I hope that is me. 🙁 (Honestly, I don’t care about killing that much. My family is anti-Bouterse. But for me… I value strong leadership. See that featured image?

It’s read at your own risk because I’ve been told that my writing is encouraging people to murder others. (Remember, from that voice note I shared when I was in that awful crisis center. (I’m so very glad I live in Belgium now.)) But number 5 from Highlights is going on a holiday to South Africa this month? I guess my writing is not that risqué.

> Example Sentences

~ Euphemism

It was a euphemism for ignorance, or lack of sufficient observation.

In like manner, Sleep came to be used as a euphemism for Death.

What is the euphemism for people who do the work properly for which they are paid?

It was a euphemism for death among the old comrades.

Bonus points will be awarded for the most ridiculous euphemism.

It appears that we have a new euphemism, “feeling a bit tired”. [This reverse cycling in a writing at least 1000 creative words every two days, university and living in a “full-size” apartment by myself thing eh…]

When you begin your search, you’ll likely encounter a number of breeders who use the term “adopt” as a euphemism for “purchase”, but the two words do have different meanings.

Maybe you think the term is a euphemism for skinny dipping?

Although the word remains unspeakable, the Western intelligentsia, conservatives and liberals alike, boldly echo the preferred euphemism, ” civilization “. [Haha]

A euphemism is with him a falsehood. [But – depending on the context – a nuance is not necessarily an untruth. I say depending on the context, because “A little over budget” is indeed a lie, but “No, you’re nice. I just have different taste,” is not necessarily a falsehood (while it is a Fangyist euphemism). ]

depoliticize confer a new legitimacy ‘ can be read as a euphemism for depoliticizing the language, or broadening its appeal.

popularized the term ” collateral damage, ” a banal euphemism for the unintended killing…


~ Cuddle

Their relationship was growing, but finding a place to cuddle was nearly impossible.

Scoot closer, and we can cuddle for warmth.

On a cold and rainy day, I just want to cuddle up under a blanket and read a book.

I felt at home when my nephew decided to cuddle up next to me.

Why would I want to get out of bed when I could just cuddle up under the sheets and sleep?

Lots of men have found that it’s much nicer to cuddle up to a big booty, than a boney bum!

Poor lass looked like she wanted a cuddle, not fame.

I remember a time when you would have welcomed a cold morning so we could cuddle.

I’d make you come over here and cuddle me but I’m afraid I’d get dizzy and be sick.

He is more affectionate, less screechy and much more easily appeased with a cuddle.

cuddle in bed with your right handed partner things are so much easier.

A big nudgey cuddle goes out to her from all of us here.

It is an affectionate kitten for anyone who wants a pet that will curl up on the sofa and cuddle.

First, babies like to have soft things to cuddle, sleep with and carry around.

The parent should hold and cuddle the infant following the injection.

You can talk, cuddle, play games or make love.

After dessert, cuddle with her on the blanket and have a romantic night underneath the stars and moon with the sounds of the ocean in the background.


~ Heart

Under that facade of indifference beats a heart primed for breaking.

Her heart was racing, but she forced innocence into her voice.

Beautiful flower, you have taught me to see a little way into the hidden heart of things.

She sighed and snuggled against him, feeling the beat of his heart… or was that her own?

meow SEO She could wear men’s clothes and crack that whip all she wanted, but she was still a woman at heart – and he knew it.

She glanced at him, her heart pounding harder.

Such a rule of the two diameters not only guides us toward the sun in the system and the heart in man, but draws lines through the length and breadth of the aggregate of a man’s particular daily behaviors and waves of life into his coves and inlets, and where they intersect will be the height or depth of his character.

Would the heart, overweighted with sudden joy, stop beating for very excess of happiness?

It seemed to her that something heavy was beating rhythmically against all the walls of the room: it was her own heart, sinking with alarm and terror and overflowing with love.

He was so very polite, amiable, good-natured, and genuinely grateful to Pierre for saving his life that Pierre had not the heart to refuse, and sat down with him in the parlor–the first room they entered.

“Cindy,” he whispered, kissing her neck in a way that made her heart dance excitedly.

It was only a dream, but I thought it real, and my heart sank within me.

Recent as that mental picture was, Rostopchin already felt that it had cut deep into his heart and drawn blood.

Her heart said no, but then there was logic.

Then, people could start reporting all their medical issues—headaches, halitosis, heart disease—and we will begin to see commonalities between genes and conditions we do not generally regard as genetic.

Her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound in her ears.

Pierre’s insanity consisted in not waiting, as he used to do, to discover personal attributes which he termed “good qualities” in people before loving them; his heart was now overflowing with love, and by loving people without cause he discovered indubitable causes for loving them.

His warm breath on her neck sent her heart in a flurry of wild beats.

The arms that rescued her continued to cradle her gently, and what the fall had failed to do to her heart beat, his close proximity completed.

Through his shirt sleeves she could feel the swell of his biceps and her heart jumped into high gear.

I say it with my hand on my heart! said he, striking his chest.

For a moment she stared at the door, her heart racing.

The ground gave way under her foot, and with a sickening lurch of her heart, she plunged downward.

Love your Heavenly Father with your whole heart and soul, love every child of God as much as ever you can, and remember that the possibilities of good are greater than the possibilities of evil; and you have the key to Heaven.

My benefactor, set my heart at ease….

She caught the unfinished word in its flight and took it straight into her open heart, divining the secret meaning of all Pierre’s mental travail.

I wish it to happen and my heart tells me it will.

He seemed in his heart to reproach her for being too perfect, and because there was nothing to reproach her with.

What we call “heart disease” will become hundreds of individual conditions each with its own cause and, hopefully, cure.

But don’t you lose heart, Jim, for I’m sure this isn’t the end of our story, by any means.

I had taken to heart the words of the wise Roman who said, “To be banished from Rome is but to live outside of Rome.”

“Sire,” he said, with respectful playfulness, “they are only afraid lest Your Majesty, in the goodness of your heart, should allow yourself to be persuaded to make peace.

But at the moment when he imagined himself calmed by such reflections, she suddenly came into his mind as she was at the moments when he had most strongly expressed his insincere love for her, and he felt the blood rush to his heart and had again to get up and move about and break and tear whatever came to his hand.

I woke up with my heart pounding many times. [Some mornings it is calm but now, again, a few days in a row I’ve woken up with my heart beating like I’m in danger and I don’t know why. 🙁 ]

In my fancy the pagan gods and goddesses still walked on earth and talked face to face with men, and in my heart I secretly built shrines to those I loved best.

There is no affectation about them, and as they come straight from your heart, so they go straight to mine.

I shall never forget how the fury of battle throbbed in my veins–it seemed as if the tumultuous beating of my heart would stop my breath.

Believe me, Prince, a mother’s heart will never forget what you have done for us.

“I know your heart,” repeated the prince.

Tushin’s large, kind, intelligent eyes were fixed with sympathy and commiseration on Rostov, who saw that Tushin with his whole heart wished to help him but could not.

But, my dear, will you not give us a little hope of touching this heart, so kind and generous?

Yes, I pity him from my heart, and shall try to give him what consolation I can.

God could not have put into her heart an impulse that was against His will.

Pierre listened with swelling heart, gazing into the Mason’s face with shining eyes, not interrupting or questioning him, but believing with his whole soul what the stranger said.

This gift will be a pledge of your purity of heart to her whom you select to be your worthy helpmeet in Masonry.

Prince Andrew held her hands, looked into her eyes, and did not find in his heart his former love for her.

Doctors came to see her singly and in consultation, talked much in French, German, and Latin, blamed one another, and prescribed a great variety of medicines for all the diseases known to them, but the simple idea never occurred to any of them that they could not know the disease Natasha was suffering from, as no disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities and always has his own peculiar, personal, novel, complicated disease, unknown to medicine–not a disease of the lungs, liver, skin, heart, nerves, and so on mentioned in medical books, but a disease consisting of one of the innumerable combinations of the maladies of those organs.

“Perhaps the heart took no part in that speech,” said Anna Pavlovna.

Princess Mary’s heart beat so violently at this news that she grew pale and leaned against the wall to keep from falling.

Even now he felt clearly that the gory trace of that recollection would not pass with time, but that the terrible memory would, on the contrary, dwell in his heart ever more cruelly and painfully to the end of his life. [Es demon.]

She had always been a recluse at heart, often declining a social outing with her friends so that she could be alone with a book or her writing.

His touch was like an electric shock, forcing her heart to pound.

The heart thing happened again and she busied herself at the table.

The words sliced through her disguise, stabbing into her heart.

At first she nodded agreement, and then a cold feeling clutched at her heart. [Ah always. 🙁 ]

She rubbed her arms as cold fingers clutched at her heart.

She died of a broken heart.

Both statements came from the heart.

Her heart was pounding as he stopped in front of her.

My heart was racing as I tried to remember the route Martha had taken this morning.

In spite of my fervent hope you can continues indefinitely, I know in my heart, one day it will end. [Me toooo ]

My heart dropped when I saw the look on her face.

In his absence, it was too heart wrenching to even look, knowing he was unavailable and unable to help.

Quinn didn’t have to record current time settings; he knew that stuff by heart.

After all of Jonny’s childhood injuries she’d healed, she couldn’t fix her own heart!

Heart quickening, she crossed to him and accepted his hand.

He clenched his jaw, torn between his heart and his duty.

Her heart raced to the point of pain, and she felt sick enough to puke.

“I missed your heart on purpose,” she said.

Even now, her heart quickened and her thoughts raced to the image of him in tight black clothing.

By the time she reached the patio door, her skin was clammy, her heart racing.

The men were dispersing, and her heart leapt when she saw Damian’s gaze riveted to her window.

Her heart ached for her friend.

But I’ll warn you as well: if you speak in riddles to Dusty, he’ll cut your heart out.

But if you don’t stop messing with my weak heart, I’ll go elsewhere for a mate.

His scent made her heart quicken and her drowsiness dissipate.

Her heart went out to him.

It was one thing to offer her body, but her heart, her soul … he would take all of her, consume her completely, irrevocably.

Just thinking of him made her body heat and her heart flip.

The sense of danger jarred her, and she sat up straight, heart pounding hard.

Her heart beat so hard, she could barely make out his response.

Her heart was breaking.


~ Fangs

The nip of his fangs at her neck, inner thighs and breasts almost drove her over the edge while his hot tongue and hands explored every part of her.

It lit up her features, and he saw the tiny fangs she was trying to hide.

As he spoke, his fangs lengthened.

He smiled, revealing fangs among the neat row of white teeth.

They were the kind of fangs a man fantasized about, not too large to cause damage but sharp enough to offer an exquisite combination of pleasure and pain if she nipped him.

You know how you need to keep your fangs in check when you’re with someone and things get steamy?

His fangs were long, his eyes burning with more than hunger.

Her face warmed at how desperate she’d been for a single drop of him, to feel him inside her while his fangs sank into her neck.

She didn’t object when his fangs bit into her, instead sighing as the comforting warmth consumed her.

He could take his time before revealing his secret without having to worry about his fangs popping up.

His solid, warm body atop hers immobilized her and he pinned her wrists to the bed, silver eyes blazing and elongated fangs resting on his full lower lip.

The healer sank next to her on the bed, large eyes darting around the room as if he expected the furniture to grow fangs and chase him.

The ache returned to his jaw as he swallowed venom, and the fangs painfully emerged.

The bottom line is, if this guy really loves you, he will find it in himself to accept you, fangs and all.

She pushed his chin aside with more force and kissed his neck before closing her eyes and letting her fangs sink into him.

Just her little fangs and the odd presence she found subtle but which apparently had a staggering effect on men.

His fangs lengthened, and she stared at them, the reality of her situation beginning to sink in.

He kissed her again, this time with urgency and let go enough so his fangs should definitely start their descent.

She’d tried to hide her fangs from him, but smiling brought his attention to them.

It scared her, and she saw his fangs grow.

She tapped one of her fangs absently.

That explains the fangs.

She nibbled on her lower lip with her tiny fangs.

Jackson’s fangs aren’t working.

Sarah has fangs and has to be careful not to crush me whenever we hug 24/7.

He explained the absence of his fangs.

Jackson laughed, “I love that you are so willing, but if my fangs didn’t make an appearance tonight, I doubt they ever will.”

I gave you one pass, but if you ever look at me like lunch again, I’ll rip those fangs out of your head and shove them so far up your ass they’ll reattach.

Skippy, when you woke up with fangs you were ready for this.

He tried to run, but she pounced and clamped onto his neck with her huge fangs. [ 😻 ]

He answered with a grin that allowed her to see his fangs. [ 😻 ]

The rage stirred and with it, Xander’s fangs.

His fangs were out in anticipation.

I’ve got my fangs.

Headshot, close-up of Xander and his fangs.

Break out those fangs, Xander.

Ready for the fangs?

She couldn’t see any signs that the fangs were a prosthetic.

Her eyes went to the fangs the size of paring knives.

“Love the fangs,” Laurencio said.

The fangs, the eyes, the ability to manipulate the minds of others.

Xander licked his fangs and lips clean, enjoying her taste while she stared at him with far too much emotion for him to determine what she’d do: freak out or melt. [II 😻 ]

She’d responded to him when his fangs were in her neck, and his power was in direct contact with her, but she still hadn’t broken down into a mewling mess like every other woman did when first he touched them.

His teeth behind the full lips were normal today, which made her think she’d been wrong about the fangs she saw yesterday.

“Why don’t you…” She paused, noticing his fangs were out.

The way he moved, his healing power, the effect he had on others, his fascination with people, the fangs and eyes … There was nothing normal about him.

A creature that bored with life was going to corner and sink his fangs into anything that challenged him. [Her too 😀 ]

His hands traveled her body in a restless attempt to soothe the need for the intimacy of the connection he felt when his fangs were in her neck.

He buried his fangs into the Original Other’s neck, not caring what happened when he killed the creature.

Like the cobra, also, the haje has its fangs extracted by the jugglers of the country, who afterwards train it to perform various tricks.

The Viperidae alone have “erectile” fangs.

In confinement it evinces great ferocity, opening its mouth and erecting its fangs, from which the poison is seen to flow in drops.

Viperidae.-The maxillaries are very short, movably pivoting upon the prefrontals and also attached to the ectopterygoids, so that they can be erected together with the large poison fangs, which, besides reserve teeth, are the only maxillary teeth. [Viper is such a nice name for a cat. #random ]

Their power over serpents has been doubted, yet their performances remain unexplained; they, however, always extract the fangs of venomous serpents.

They also give out that they render snakes harmless by the use of charms or music, – in reality it is by extracting the venomous fangs.

She struggled to reach him, even if only to touch his skin or for her little fangs to graze his neck.

Her gaze traveled from the gloomy fortress to the sickly sky to the creature before her, whose fangs seemed to have grown even longer.

The absence of fangs and the battery acid blood probably would have saved her life.

You mean to tell me, if I could get my fangs to work, and your blood didn’t give me third degree burns, I could feed to my heart’s content without hurting you?

He kissed her first, enjoying the feel of her blood coursing beneath his lips, then, as his fangs breached her skin, he braced for the burning that never came.

When he began to retract his fangs, she held his head closer, not willing to break the bond they had waited so long to share.

This time, when she placed the bloody wrist to his lips, he sank his fangs into it.

Xander withdrew, sealed the wound with a flick of his tongue and licked his fangs free of every drop of blood he could.

He licked her blood off his fangs.

It stands as a stark salutary warning to the world: Uncle Sam has grown fangs and he must be kept at bay.

Some people even go so far as to have cosmetic dentistry to get fangs – but then whatever floats your boat!

The hulking brutes fingered their weapons and showed long fangs at such insolence from a female; but they did not detain her.

muttered oath, she whispered, ” What are you doing, Fangs?

The stories in the series are intriguing from his incredible memory of his birth the delivery room to his outrageous decision to run away to Alaska because wearing plastic fangs is accepted.

Want to make fangs for your vampire costume?

Vamp Fangs specializes in hand-painted contact lenses.

Vamp Fangs’ hand-painted and custom lenses are made to order especially for you.

Some vampires’ eyes turn black when their fangs come out so if this look is what you want, try a pair of all black lenses.

Wear regular clothes like the vampires do in Twilight and let the eyes and fangs speak for themselves.

This family of snakes delivers its venom through two long, hinged fangs in the upper jaw.

Even the best costume fangs are uncomfortable to wear and make it difficult to talk and eat.

Remember that most vampires in lore look human until they are about to bite, so you can stick to looking deathly pale and leave the fangs till you meet a tasty neck.

It’s made for dogs that like to show off their fangs.

Bear in mind fangs can be a choking hazard and are only suitable for older children.

Hand out inexpensive vampire fangs to your guests as they arrive. [Make it expensive. I want diamond Fangs my meowww… 😻 ]

In case you have not guessed, Edward is a vampire, only by some miracle of nature, he does not have fangs, nor does he drink human blood.

He leaned forward to kiss her once more, his fangs fully extended.

Those fangs are so sexy.

“Fangs?” the other dealer asked, frowning.


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It’s an interesting sight. Should have done this long before.

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Inner Crown yay

😀 [Where is Kendrick Lamar!?]




😀 @Saba

😻 ♥

About to take a lil nap, flip a pancake and continue summarizing. I give myself until the end of the month to summarize all subjects I have.


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